Nara

"Where are you coming from, and dressed like a hooker?" I clutch my chest, startled, and turn my head as Kian approaches me, his steps graceful like a panther stalking its prey. He is looking at me with disapproval. My eyes travel over him. He is wearing grey sweatpants that sit low on his hips, revealing an enticing V-cut. His bare chest and broad shoulders are made of pure, perfect muscle. For a fleeting moment, I'm lost in the pure allure of his beauty, the kind that takes your breath away.

"Enjoying the view, butterfly?" he smirks, and I grimace, looking away.

"Nara! You're back, hi!" Max comes from...